Jumping inside to listen in [Pets' PoV]

Chip's PoV

I was panting, and probably hyper-ventilating at this point. Constantly looking over my shoulder, listening for the sound of patio door opening.
I saw the most beautiful ass in the world disappear inside the house and breathed a sight of relief as I jumped in right behind her ... only to get hit in a head by the pet door that was swinging back after she entered.

"Fuck!" I said in a very human voice.
"Someone needs to work on their >woofs< themselves!" my lovely wife snickers from the inside.
"woof" I respond while getting my ass through the door.

I have put my head against the wall only to hear "Huh? and what is this?" from the strange girls mouth.

What the fuck did she find?! My mind is racing like mad thinking what could she have found there that would indicate at us.

"I-I'm sorry." says our son. Before going on some crazy apology streak from which we couldn't understand much.

Before we hear her somehow accept his explanations and with "give your parents my regards" leaves the house in the end.

"So? What did they say?" Anna asked.
"Woof? Daisy?" I said in response with a wicked smile. No need to worry about stuff we can't control right?
"Haha. Woof... Chip" she said before she nuzzled me.
"Woof!" I said with enthusiasm.

Daisy's PoV

Well... that was exciting. The girl indeed was cute and watching Martin struggle through the doggy-door was fun to watch ... even if I had to admit to myself that my hips barely passed through it.

I did wonder what they were talking about but not enough to eavesdrop like my husband did... until he suddenly turned back with fear in his eyes.

"So? What did they say?" I asked.
"Woof? Daisy?" he said in response.
"Haha. Woof... Chip" I said back. He might have been shaken for a bit, but it looks like he still wants to play... and I decided I won't be worse!
"Woof!" he responded cheerfully and put a smile on my face with his enthusiasm.

That's when the doors opened and in them stood devastated guy who looked like a steamroller just rode through him.

Well. What's better for the broken heart then a hug right? My mother's heart knew what to do...